“Your Majesty, the troublesome Vikings are coming soon and I am eager to return to the south.
It's so scary. As soon as that black figure landed on the shore, the air was filled with the smell of blood.
Unable to communicate, irrational, a demon in human skin,
I cried many times, seriously!
I hope there will never be a war in England, I hope someone will take charge of the overall situation,
After hearing my cry, the Lord said:
Oran, I have seen your heart, your sword is blessed, and the heathen who does not leave England will die.
The Lord sent Joan of Arc with the Sword in the Stone to the Lionheart King.
Lionheart passed through the flames across the sea without any harm,
The body of the Crusader surges with extremely powerful faith and power!"
Oran opened his mouth to show weakness and said a long sentence without anyone interrupting him.
Then he gestured to the Scottish clan leader.
"Everyone, who among you is from the mountains to the north?"
One of the leaders snorted.
Oran turned his attention to him, "I heard that the clans in the northern mountainous areas have a difficult life. They need to reserve fire fuel from summer. Many times they have to eat raw food.
The only source of meat is 'cod'. After catching it, scrape off the scales, tear it from the head and bite it, not daring to waste any of the oily guts inside.
People who have never seen it are often frightened by this scene.
No cabbage grows in the ground, no sour fruits on the trees,
The clay pots and containers in the wooden house were opened and empty,
Without the furs of bears and wolves, some mountain people would not even have enough clothes.
I heard that as long as you have a deer or a horse, how many women can be exchanged for it?
Everything must be done with your own hands and feet.
Feng and Xue are their only friends,
When your child is born, bring him shells or gems from the mines.
Then pray to God, hoping that your life can grow safely.
But before the age of twenty-five, he was plagued by all kinds of diseases.
Poverty makes you need to branch out,
God is everywhere and will help you, but only if you don’t make wrong decisions.
Under heaven, you are enemies of the warriors whom the Lord protects;
You need food and land, and so do we,
The North Sea wolf treats us all as hunting rabbits, goats, pigs and cows, and will bite us when we are hungry.
Now we need to tame us directly!
The losers will not be remembered. If the South falls, will you have a place?
Even if you are as expensive as a king, your name can only be found in the great temple of Uppsaland from the runes that look like snakes.
It says, on a certain day of a certain year, you were sacrificed to Odin and Thor.
Of course, if I fail, I will also end up like this, but the Lord’s will will continue to be passed on, and the flame of revenge will never be extinguished!"
Oran was a great storyteller, and to this group of illiterate people who could never use long sentences, they were all fascinated.
Not understanding what Olan said, the priests and monks nearby also translated at the same time.
What Olan said was something everyone has personally experienced, and they can relate to it very much.
They couldn't defeat the Vikings, and the road south was blocked again.
Our ancestors came to this mountainous area hundreds of years ago, and hundreds of years later, they are still trapped and die here.
Oran's voice came out again, and even the boy Donald listened.
"There was civil strife in our country and you didn't move when the two kings were fighting for the throne, so you missed the best opportunity to go south.
Now, all the counties are united as one, and we will defeat any invader.
There are gems in Scotland, and there are also many iron mines in the mountains. You can produce your own armor, or you can bring me the iron materials, and I will exchange or trade with you.
Hundreds of years of grievances cannot end with just one conversation, but the first step must be taken.
Just get through these few winters first, Your Majesty. "
Then Oran had the Scottish prisoners of war brought over.
"You harassed the mountain folk of Edinburgh and Yewei County, and we caught eight of them. I brought three here. You take these three away as a tribute to your Majesty.
There are five left. If there is no result today, I will hang you directly and then start a war with you!
Your warriors are outstanding, but behind me is all of South Britain!
My allies are endless,
I will swear an oath in the cathedral to treat you like the Vikings until death!"
"You don't want to save your sheriff?" a leader asked.
"Tyrrell was killed by a Scottish mob. For him, I did not hesitate to go to war to avenge him, and even shed tears for him. There is no problem. His relatives will succeed him and avenge with me."
After saying this, the three mountain captives were released from their restraints.
The three men were brought here for no reason. They thought they were going to be killed, but they were suddenly let go and immediately came to the king to salute.
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"Your Majesty, I have finished listening to the story and my saliva has dried up. Now, tell me your will."
Oran's face was expressionless, except for the instinctive physiological blinking. If the king did not agree, then he could only go back to the south, then smash Edinburgh to pieces, and bring back the local population and food.
Even if you are as noble as an emperor, you cannot always act according to your own wishes.
Oran sincerely hoped that the tall bastard in front of him would calm down.
If he had any illusions about the mountain people before the war started, he no longer had any illusions about them.
Why do you pity the poor in the north? This is not the reason why you can rob me.
Adisha's report said that there were more than 200 casualties in the territory.
The king moved his mouth, and hundreds of people lay down.
Without the Vikings, if he were in power,
The first target of the "North Sea Crusade" is these mountain barbarians.
Everyone looked at King Kausanthan. After the meeting, he stood up and left without saying a word.
This time, among the mountain leader who left, no one wiped Olan’s neck or spat on him.
They returned to the other side, and their soldiers sang the song of the Wolf of England.
"Your Excellency, this time?" the servant asked Oran.
“Do what you have to do and leave the rest to the Lord.”
Oran wasn't sure if it would happen, but he would only wait one day.
That night, when he closed his eyes to rest, various images emerged.
Being forced to eat dog food as a child in the Vikings, the screams of fire when the territory was invaded, the terrifying look in Sally's eyes when she was sentenced to be burned at the stake, the stinging feeling of falling to the ground at Repton Battlefield...
They mingled, and Oran gasped and stood up.
Then he took out his "Immortal Sword" and wiped it again and again, applying layer after layer of oil.
Suddenly, he noticed something strange.
"Light the candle for me."
After a while, under the light of more candles lit by the servants, Oran discovered that the armor had a small crack that had not been repaired.
"Your Excellency?" asked Nanding, who was keeping watch at night.
Oran touched it, put it down and said, "When I beat Baron West, I wore this one, and there were two repair marks on it.
In the Battle of the Black Forest, I also wore this one, and it was touched by an ax on the back, and here it is.
When he killed the former Lincoln County Sheriff, he was still wearing this one, with the armor on the chest loosened.
My father once told me that once people relax about the things around them, accidents will easily happen.
I haven’t polished my nails for a while, but I didn’t realize when this happened?”
"You have discovered it now, Your Excellency."
"If I don't know when a piece of clothing is damaged,
Then how many conspiracies will arise against me and how many things that go against my will will happen if hundreds of thousands of people in this country are living behind my back?"
The negotiations with Scotland did not go in the direction of his plan. Olan did not say anything on his face, but there was a shadow in his heart.
Nanding has been in Scotland these past few months, and Olan’s suspicion has deepened unexpectedly!
It seems that the changes in the royal capital and the pain of losing a son are still seriously affecting you.
"Nanding, do you think we have a chance of winning in a sneak attack on Scotland now?"
"No."
"Then agree to their conditions, hold a banquet, and poison them all?"
"Your Excellency, this is not realistic."
"Or send an ambush, pass through Galloway, and loot like the Vikings... No, just pretend to be Vikings and kill them all!"
"Your Excellency, by dawn, perhaps the other side will give you the best answer."
After Olan's proposals were rejected, he stopped talking.
After a long while, he added, "Didn't they rob Edinburgh and Yewe County? If the negotiations failed again, they would take away most of the food barns in these two counties and spread the news that the mountain people had burned them all, which would arouse the leaders. If the people are angry, please ask Bergred again to lend us troops.
Regardless of whether the Vikings come or not, I will start a war to scare them!"
Nanding was not afraid of anything, but he was afraid of Oran in this state. The knight's loyalty made him need to obey, but he also instinctively resented the lord's cruelty.
"The scripture says that those who are good at wielding a sword will easily die by the sword."
This is the biggest advice Nanding can say, and she has done this before.
Oran stared at Nanding, and finally smiled, "Uncle Ben is kidding you. Forgiveness is the greatest virtue of a lord."
Three hours later, as the sky grew brighter, all the nobles from knight to above were called to Oran.
"Your Mightiness."
"The enemy is here..."
"Your Excellency, Scotland has sent an envoy!"
The servant's voice suppressed Oran's enemies "in front of the headquarters" and made Nanding breathe a sigh of relief.
But Olan didn't respond and asked, "How many people are there on the opposite hill now? Can anyone give me an accurate number?"
After still being unable to determine the number of enemies, Olan said, "Let's talk then."
When Olan walked past Nanding, he patted his shoulder and said, "I want to eat fish."
"Your Mightiness?!"
"Tan Beng, you are the Acting Sheriff of Edinburgh. Together with the Britons, help me catch a few."
Nanding's back was instantly wet.
madman!
